Midnight and Roses
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BtVS AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male › Angel(us)/Spike(William)
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Adult ++
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40
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Strangers in the Night
Author: Dayrunner
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: While Spike is still in England with Giles, Angel and Buffy
have an unnerving encounter in Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: I own nothing relating to BtVS or its entities and make no
money. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 18
Angel stood in front of the small mirrored basin in the bathroom with a warm, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He was still damp from the shower, but he didn't bother to towel off much, knowing he would be dry by the time he had finished shaving. He picked up his razor, then drew it down one cheek as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He let his mind wander a bit as he followed his routine, bemused as to why he always needed a towel around himself, even when he was alone, like he was now. Old habits, he guessed, but he really wished that he could be as comfortable with his nudity as Spike was with his.
The blond vampire had no problem knocking about their apartment totally naked, especially when he knew that he could get a rise out of Angel. Now, just thinking about his beautiful, nude lover earned Angel an interested jerk from his lonesome cock.
Angel smiled softly as he finished scraping the whiskers off his face and ran the razor under the running water to clean it. Fastidiously, he placed everything properly where it belonged and was quite pleased with himself.
Then, he frowned. Spike would always lovingly call him ‘anal’ instead of Angel when the small vampire caught him unconsciously returning things to their rightful place in the apartment.
Gods, but he sure did miss Spike...
A persistent banging on the front door finally caught Angel’s attention and he padded out to answer it, wiping the remnants of shaving cream off his face with the towel that was draped around his neck. His eyes widened in surprise when he opened the door to see the slayer standing there, admiring her fingernails.
“Buffy?”
“Hello, salty goodness,” Buffy smirked as her eyes locked on Angel's bare chest and traveled down the big man's body, stopping at the tent in his towel.
Angel coughed in embarrassment and sidled closer to the door.
“What are... why... are you here?”
Buffy shrugged her shoulders and pushed out her bottom lip in a fake pout. She wasn't going to tell Angel that her showing up at his door was just an excuse to be alone with him. Spike was still in England and as far as she was concerned, the demon hunter was fair game. She would never forgive the blond vampire for stealing her boyfriend and would do anything to get him back.
“Was just in the neighborhood and wondered if you could give me a ride to the Magic Box since you and I have patrol tonight,” she smiled sweetly.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes.
“You live all the way across town and you just happened to be ‘in the neighborhood’?”
“Yeah,” she chirped. “Can I come in... wait for you to... take care... of... whatever?”
“Whatever...” Angel sighed heavily and left her standing in the hallway as he turned to go and get dressed.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Angel walked sullenly beside Buffy, battle axe in hand, as they made their way through the old cemetery where Spike used to live. Although both he and Spike had patrolled the graveyard when their turn had come up, neither of them had the desire to revisit the inside of the blond vampire’s old crypt. It had been over six months now, since Spike had moved out to be with him, and they saw no reason to wax nostalgic over a place that held some bad memories for the both of them.
Buffy decided to break their uneasy silence. "Did you know that before Giles left, he told me that there were vamps crashing in Spike’s old crypt? Maybe we should go there first... check it out."
"Oh wait, wouldn't you feel kind of... umm, I don’t know... icky... about that? I mean, you and the Big Bad used to get all... groiny... in there behind my back,” Buffy sniped, making sure that Angel didn’t miss any of the venom dripping off her words.
Angel stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed Buffy’s arm, spinning her around to face him almost nose to nose.
“Look, Buffy,” he snarled. “This isn’t any fun for me, either. I know you think that I’m still in love with you and that Spike is just a passing fancy, but you’re wrong! You and I never had ‘a thing’ going. I was just convenient whenever you had an itch that needed to be scratched... You never really loved me...”
“And you... love... Spike? Maybe if he were a man, I could understand, but Spike? He’s not a man. He’s a *thing*. An evil... dead... *thing*!” Buffy hissed.
“Fuckin' Christ! You don’t get it, do...” Angel fumed before he suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and clamped a big hand over Buffy's mouth. Grabbing the small slayer around the waist with his other hand, he pulled her down with him behind the nearest gravestone.
Buffy looked at Angel with shocked eyes and vainly tried to struggle out of the big man’s hold on her.
“Sshh...” Angel hissed. “Vampires...”
A group of about five or six filthy demons, dressed in rags, were murmuring quietly amongst themselves as they made their way toward Spike’s old crypt. Giles had been right. Something was amiss at the blond vampire’s old stomping grounds.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of Angel’s neck stood up as a tall, elegant figure with long, flowing black hair passed silently by him and Buffy, following the ragtag vamps into Spike’s old home. A huge broadsword by his side flashed brilliantly in the moonlight as the figure walked and Angel knew instantly that this was no ordinary man.
It was another vampire. One of the most powerful vampires that the demon hunter had ever felt had just walked by him and Buffy, seeming not to notice the frail humans huddling behind a block of granite. The energy radiating from the shadowy form as it passed had made Angel’s skin tingle with electricity and he was sure that Buffy’s skin was tingling, too.
Angel released his grip on Buffy and she scrambled to her feet quickly.
“What the hell was... *that*?” she hissed at Angel.
“Not sure,” Angel whispered, "but I intend to find out.”
Buffy followed the demon hunter closely toward the crypt, stake at the ready. Angel threw his axe over his shoulder as they cautiously approached the half opened metal door.
They didn't expect the horrific screams that suddnely filled the night air, stopping Angel and Buffy dead in their tracks. Before they could even raise a stake, a bloodied vampire, missing one arm, crashed past the pair and ran howling, into the night. Trying frantically to process what was happening, the two were not prepared for what would come next.
With a dripping, bloody sword in one hand, the vampire who had followed the group of demons into the crypt materialized in the doorway and stood there silently, the light in the background illuminating the tall frame, giving only a hint of his face.
Then, without fear, the vampire Laureano stepped out quietly into the moonlight and looked intently into the faces of the slayer and the demon hunter. His piercing emerald eyes locked with Angel’s chocolate orbs and time stood still as he stared in shock at the dark man before him.
Angel was the spitting image of his long dead king, Aurelius Ambrosius.
His knees went instantly weak.
“S-Sire?” Laureano whispered in disbelief, then spun on his heels and disappeared into the darkness.
Buffy sidled up against Angel, stake still held in one hand.
“What just happened here?”
Angel blinked away the daze he was in, not sure why the emerald eyed stranger had unnerved him so much.
“Did he just call you... ‘Sire’?” Buffy asked warily.
“What? Yeah... I mean... no! Why would he do that?” Angel stammered and looked in confusion at the slayer.
Buffy decided not to push the issue, for now. There would be plenty of time for questions once they got back to the Magic Box.
"C'mon," she said, taking Angel's arm and leading him into the crypt. "Let's see if there's anything left to clean up."
Laureano took in unneeded breaths as he lurked in the shadows by Spike’s crypt, watching Angel walk away with Buffy at his side. By the Ancient Ones, that boy is Ambrosius reincarnated, he thought, and he knew that it must be an omen.
He decided to follow the pair, hoping to learn more...
~ tbc ~
Email: dayrunner145@yahoo.com
Fandom: BtVS - AU
Genre: Slash m/m
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Warning: Totally AU with vague references to Cannon.
Summary: While Spike is still in England with Giles, Angel and Buffy
have an unnerving encounter in Sunnydale.
Disclaimer: I own nothing relating to BtVS or its entities and make no
money. This is for entertainment only.
Feedback is always welcomed.
Previous chapters can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/kindredspirit75
MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 18
Angel stood in front of the small mirrored basin in the bathroom with a warm, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. He was still damp from the shower, but he didn't bother to towel off much, knowing he would be dry by the time he had finished shaving. He picked up his razor, then drew it down one cheek as he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He let his mind wander a bit as he followed his routine, bemused as to why he always needed a towel around himself, even when he was alone, like he was now. Old habits, he guessed, but he really wished that he could be as comfortable with his nudity as Spike was with his.
The blond vampire had no problem knocking about their apartment totally naked, especially when he knew that he could get a rise out of Angel. Now, just thinking about his beautiful, nude lover earned Angel an interested jerk from his lonesome cock.
Angel smiled softly as he finished scraping the whiskers off his face and ran the razor under the running water to clean it. Fastidiously, he placed everything properly where it belonged and was quite pleased with himself.
Then, he frowned. Spike would always lovingly call him ‘anal’ instead of Angel when the small vampire caught him unconsciously returning things to their rightful place in the apartment.
Gods, but he sure did miss Spike...
A persistent banging on the front door finally caught Angel’s attention and he padded out to answer it, wiping the remnants of shaving cream off his face with the towel that was draped around his neck. His eyes widened in surprise when he opened the door to see the slayer standing there, admiring her fingernails.
“Buffy?”
“Hello, salty goodness,” Buffy smirked as her eyes locked on Angel's bare chest and traveled down the big man's body, stopping at the tent in his towel.
Angel coughed in embarrassment and sidled closer to the door.
“What are... why... are you here?”
Buffy shrugged her shoulders and pushed out her bottom lip in a fake pout. She wasn't going to tell Angel that her showing up at his door was just an excuse to be alone with him. Spike was still in England and as far as she was concerned, the demon hunter was fair game. She would never forgive the blond vampire for stealing her boyfriend and would do anything to get him back.
“Was just in the neighborhood and wondered if you could give me a ride to the Magic Box since you and I have patrol tonight,” she smiled sweetly.
Angel sighed and rolled his eyes.
“You live all the way across town and you just happened to be ‘in the neighborhood’?”
“Yeah,” she chirped. “Can I come in... wait for you to... take care... of... whatever?”
“Whatever...” Angel sighed heavily and left her standing in the hallway as he turned to go and get dressed.
~ * ~ ~ * ~ ~ * ~
Angel walked sullenly beside Buffy, battle axe in hand, as they made their way through the old cemetery where Spike used to live. Although both he and Spike had patrolled the graveyard when their turn had come up, neither of them had the desire to revisit the inside of the blond vampire’s old crypt. It had been over six months now, since Spike had moved out to be with him, and they saw no reason to wax nostalgic over a place that held some bad memories for the both of them.
Buffy decided to break their uneasy silence. "Did you know that before Giles left, he told me that there were vamps crashing in Spike’s old crypt? Maybe we should go there first... check it out."
"Oh wait, wouldn't you feel kind of... umm, I don’t know... icky... about that? I mean, you and the Big Bad used to get all... groiny... in there behind my back,” Buffy sniped, making sure that Angel didn’t miss any of the venom dripping off her words.
Angel stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed Buffy’s arm, spinning her around to face him almost nose to nose.
“Look, Buffy,” he snarled. “This isn’t any fun for me, either. I know you think that I’m still in love with you and that Spike is just a passing fancy, but you’re wrong! You and I never had ‘a thing’ going. I was just convenient whenever you had an itch that needed to be scratched... You never really loved me...”
“And you... love... Spike? Maybe if he were a man, I could understand, but Spike? He’s not a man. He’s a *thing*. An evil... dead... *thing*!” Buffy hissed.
“Fuckin' Christ! You don’t get it, do...” Angel fumed before he suddenly stopped in mid-sentence and clamped a big hand over Buffy's mouth. Grabbing the small slayer around the waist with his other hand, he pulled her down with him behind the nearest gravestone.
Buffy looked at Angel with shocked eyes and vainly tried to struggle out of the big man’s hold on her.
“Sshh...” Angel hissed. “Vampires...”
A group of about five or six filthy demons, dressed in rags, were murmuring quietly amongst themselves as they made their way toward Spike’s old crypt. Giles had been right. Something was amiss at the blond vampire’s old stomping grounds.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of Angel’s neck stood up as a tall, elegant figure with long, flowing black hair passed silently by him and Buffy, following the ragtag vamps into Spike’s old home. A huge broadsword by his side flashed brilliantly in the moonlight as the figure walked and Angel knew instantly that this was no ordinary man.
It was another vampire. One of the most powerful vampires that the demon hunter had ever felt had just walked by him and Buffy, seeming not to notice the frail humans huddling behind a block of granite. The energy radiating from the shadowy form as it passed had made Angel’s skin tingle with electricity and he was sure that Buffy’s skin was tingling, too.
Angel released his grip on Buffy and she scrambled to her feet quickly.
“What the hell was... *that*?” she hissed at Angel.
“Not sure,” Angel whispered, "but I intend to find out.”
Buffy followed the demon hunter closely toward the crypt, stake at the ready. Angel threw his axe over his shoulder as they cautiously approached the half opened metal door.
They didn't expect the horrific screams that suddnely filled the night air, stopping Angel and Buffy dead in their tracks. Before they could even raise a stake, a bloodied vampire, missing one arm, crashed past the pair and ran howling, into the night. Trying frantically to process what was happening, the two were not prepared for what would come next.
With a dripping, bloody sword in one hand, the vampire who had followed the group of demons into the crypt materialized in the doorway and stood there silently, the light in the background illuminating the tall frame, giving only a hint of his face.
Then, without fear, the vampire Laureano stepped out quietly into the moonlight and looked intently into the faces of the slayer and the demon hunter. His piercing emerald eyes locked with Angel’s chocolate orbs and time stood still as he stared in shock at the dark man before him.
Angel was the spitting image of his long dead king, Aurelius Ambrosius.
His knees went instantly weak.
“S-Sire?” Laureano whispered in disbelief, then spun on his heels and disappeared into the darkness.
Buffy sidled up against Angel, stake still held in one hand.
“What just happened here?”
Angel blinked away the daze he was in, not sure why the emerald eyed stranger had unnerved him so much.
“Did he just call you... ‘Sire’?” Buffy asked warily.
“What? Yeah... I mean... no! Why would he do that?” Angel stammered and looked in confusion at the slayer.
Buffy decided not to push the issue, for now. There would be plenty of time for questions once they got back to the Magic Box.
"C'mon," she said, taking Angel's arm and leading him into the crypt. "Let's see if there's anything left to clean up."
Laureano took in unneeded breaths as he lurked in the shadows by Spike’s crypt, watching Angel walk away with Buffy at his side. By the Ancient Ones, that boy is Ambrosius reincarnated, he thought, and he knew that it must be an omen.
He decided to follow the pair, hoping to learn more...
~ tbc ~